#but she also gets sooooo wet while watching

[darby-rowe]

hang on i saw this tweet that was like. my bf once duct taped me in a corner and fucked a twink in front of me and mocked me the whole time abt how the twink was tighter then me and . sejanus as the bf coryo twink reader duct taped.

ANON WAIT YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING. OH MY GOD YOU’RE SO ONTO SOMETHING.

PUTTING THIS SHIT IN MY BACK POCKET RIGHT THE FUCK NOW BC THIS IS SO HOT???????

[beforeimdeceased]

please write toxic fgirl ellie🙏🙏🙏

TOXIC FGIRL!ELLIE HEADCANONS

i wish i was normal so badly. i keep fucking with these toxic evil women and it’s actually gonna put me back in the mental hospital, but here’s some fun headcanons based on the insanity of my love life.

texts “you’re coming over.” and it’s not a question or a request. you are coming over.

“we can watch a movie.” turns into “just spread them a bit wider for me baby.” reallll quick

only messages through snapchat ewww

takes mirror pics with the bottom of her shirt between her teeth to show her abs. also takes pics at a low angle to show off her nike sports bra

fucks you sooooo good it’s ridiculous. like you cannot continue to be mad at her when her tongue is slowly circling your clit and she’s knuckle deep in your wet cunt making you drip and squirt all over yourself.

“oh shit my ex is calling hold up…”

loves night drives especially when the sun is setting. will take you to grab food and drive up to the beach to enjoy the sunset. (don’t get attached don’t get attached don’t)

she may have other bitches but you CANNOT. sees you’re talking to somebody else or you post with someone on your cf and she’s texting you non stop “where are you.” “who is that?” “answer the fucking phone baby i’m not playing with you right now.”

will make you cry and lose your mind a lot. those intimate make out sessions with her will especially do you in. hands on your waist while she guides your slow sloppy kisses. peppering some on your neck, but only leaving hickies in between your thighs and on your chest because you’re not hers, but you are, but you’re not.

eventually you tell her to fuck off and that you’re done but she shows up at your door telling you she needs you and she’s sorry and she’s got flowers and your favorite fast food order in her hands. how can you say no?

a smoke sesh with her is life changing. always makes sure you’re comfortable and that you have whatever you’re craving. gives you soft pecks on the cheeks and on the lips. rubs your arms and kisses your hand while she looks up at you with those pretty puppy eyes.

[wonyopout]

danjangz wet messy sex doggy style thank you that’s all

short drabble thing bc i still can’t write for shit but

[cw]: gp wony (briefly), somno (again briefly)

my favorite roomies who Are fucking raw, but no danjangz are so sweet and attentive with each other 🥹 and like wony said they’re a couple that’s been together for 6 years and i believe her yup yup. like lingering hugs and holding hands longer than they needed to. gaeul having to fight herself to not stare at wonyoungs lips whenever she’s speaking omfg, it was definitely wony who made the first move too, all shy like “you like me the most right?? more than anyone else?” like gaeul is down bad but wonyoung is down Horrendous, constantly being like ‘omg we look like such a couple here haha’ 🧍‍♀️just for gaeul to go “yessss a couple of bestiess” (genuinely wonys 13th reason) before she finally just jumps the gun and tells her how she feels. from then on they’re like a million times more insufferably coupley

danjangz dryhumping YAYYY whiny baby wonyoung who always begs for sex like Always and sometimes doesn’t even say anything just starts humping gaeul like a naughty puppy 😭 they’ll just b relaxing on the couch watching something on gaeuls phone and then wony will just start absentmindedly rutting against her side and quietly whimpering in her ear 🥴 pussy throbbing n so wet that the crotch of her shorts is damp,, like at first it was like spur of the moment/ only when they’re making out but now it’s whenever they get their hands on eachother sometimes wony wont even notice until gaeul climbs on top of her to lock their legs together and scissor still not bothering to get undressed auughhhhhh also just like a looot of touching they’re so handsy with eachother 🥺 and a lot of the time it’s innocent like wony poking and pinching gaeuls cheeks,, gaeul petting wonys head or playing with her hands. but other times it’s wonyoung grabbing at the other girls breasts, tugging on/sucking her nipples into her mouth or gaeulie cuddling wony, rubbing soft circles on her clit as she falls asleep sometimes just fulling fingering her when she sleeps to hear the wet sounds her pussy makes 😵‍💫😵‍💫 also.. danjangz cock/clit warming anyone?? just me ok.

they’re sooooo mutually obsessed with each other u can’t tell me otherwise like gaeul constantly giving wony messy kisses, sucking on her tongue and licking their shared spit off her chin, giving her a peck n going “open wide, baby” before spitting in her mouth ACK 😵‍💫 and wony is definitely pushy and needy when it comes to kissing also 😙 wony being so into body worship with her unnie 🫠🫠 constantly complimenting her in and outside the bedroom/caressing every bit of bare skin she shows, like to others it just looks like wonyoung pulled gaeul into a nice hug but she’s rubbing soft circles on her exposed hips with her thumbs and whispering how bad she wants to fuck her 🥴 like , “unnie, we could just run to the bathroom really really quick no one will even notice” will give gaeul her bestest pout when she begs hehe saying shit like “wanna feel you clench around my fingers so badly, want your tits in my mouth please i promise i’ll make you come quick 🥺🥺🥺” gaeul Cannot refuse any demand her baby makes n it also doesn’t help that they constantly want to be around each other like 80% of the time it’s them whispering in eachothers ears and giggling while everyone else just kinda stands around awkwardly and pretend they don’t notice

like i said before, danjangz wet messy sex 🔛🔝and i mean Messy, gaeuls thighs n cunt and wonyoungs face covered in her slick,, wonyo face getting even slicker bc she keeps going back for more mumbling abt how she needs to “clean her up” 🥴 gaeul shaking from how many times she’s came already but she just can’t get wony to let up.. guys Guys danjangz high sex aughdjdjkdkd (this is like.. a millisecond of gp wony bc well. teehee) like whenever they get high they’re bound to start fucking like animals, dry humping while high🥹🥹 fumbling around to try n get their clothes off,, they give up after wonyoung manages to get gaeuls top n pants off( lucky for wony she barely wears a bra when they’re at home😋), and push wonyoungs boxers n pants down far enough to pull her fat dick out 🤤 just pulling gaeuls underwear to the side to rub her shaft between her folds. rubbing her tip against her entrance before teasingly pushing just the head in. it’s a little game of chicken they play seeing who’ll crack first 🤭 gaeul knows better than to try and be greedy and push her hips back against wonyoung knowing full well she’ll pull out completely if she does. instead she pushes her face further into the couch pillow, quiet pants and whines leaving her mouth as her walls clench around what little bit of wonys cock is inside her. wonyoung, eyes rolling into the back of her head, shoving her dick in further at the feeling (she always cracks first) the feel of the stretch alone makes gaeul go a little dumb, drool seeping into the pillow under her as she continues to let out whimpers. hips meeting with wet smacks, strings of precum n slick whenever she pulls her dick out before slamming back in,, gaeul panting “fuck-! be a good girl and cum inside your unnie” wonyoung so pussy whipped she’s slack jawed while she’s pounding away at her cunt 😵‍💫

a lot of the times they fuck it’s more laid back and vanilla, lots of giggling and just wanting to be close to one another. gaeul taking her time with wony spread out on the bed, legs over her shoulders as her fingers stretch her out, tears in her eyes as she arches off the bed, whining so pathetically, so sleepy but wanting it so badly, physically cannot stand not being able to touch gaeul back and pulls her up so she can kiss along her neck and shoving her hand down her shorts to play with her clit “does- hah fuckk, does fucking me really make you this wet, unnie?” gaeul not even bothering to answer and just leans into her biting wonyoungs shoulder to stifle her moans while they both work each other up 🫠 also danjangz mutual masterbation 🔛🔝 they’re matching each other’s freak yall i promise you that, just two pretty switches with piss kinks WOAH WHO SAID THAT?? sometimes gaeuls just wonyoungs little rope bunny and other times wonys gaeuls perfect pet who’ll do anything to be praised 🥺🥺

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Robin never really got boys talk.

When Sarah turned 14 she invited all the girls in band for a sleepover. It started out fun. After her parents went to bed they put on a creepy horror movie and watched it in a huge cuddle pile. They braided each other's hair and did each other's nails and squeezed each other during tense scenes and muffled their shrieks after a sudden jumpscare.

After that they watched another one. This time Sarah sneaked her mother's makeup kit down to the living room, and so lipstick and eyeshadow joined the mess of nail polish, hair clips and snacks already on the floor.

The second movie was different. In the first one, the blood was obviously fake and the acting wasn't the best (to say the least). But the second one was tense through and through. The cries of pain were so visceral that Robin shuddered, and in the end everyone was terrified. It was silently and unanimously agreed upon that everyone had had enough TV for the night. It was already 3 in the morning, but tomorrow was the weekend and right now Robin wouldn't be able to sleep even if she wanted to, and thus began Robin's first real boys talk.

It was funny at first. Sarah pretended to die of heartbreak when "the blond hot one" was unfortunately the second to die. Heather said the nerdy one with glasses and abs was cuter, which started a very heated discussion of whether blond or brown is the more attractive hair color. Robin had to defend her correct "redheads" opinion all by herself.

(When the others got into a stalemate Sarah turned to Robin. "C'mon", she pleaded, "you know that the blond one was hotter. Just tell us which one you found prettier! And don't forget that this is my birthday party."

Robin laughed at the ribbing, played a bit hard to get, until she finally admitted. "I actually found the first one who died the prettiest." Sarah was already halfway through her victory dance, when Robin corrected her. "No, I don't mean the dude. I mean the first one. The girl with the pink purse."

Everything was silent for a moment.

Then Emma laughed. "You don't have to be jealous Robin", she consoled, "you are also very pretty."

"Yeah, especially after our makeover!"

Robin laughed and agreed and continued on as if her world just hadn't been turned on its axis. Because she knew that the stirring in her gut and the beating of her heart had nothing to do with jealousy. She didn't find the blond one hot or the brunet one cute. That was the first time she really knew it. She liked the girl.)

It was a bit funny the first time, even though she couldn't really join. It got less funny the more it went on. Suddenly boys was the only thing everyone wanted to talk about. And worse: it wasn't just unreachable famous boys like singers or actors anymore. Suddenly it was all "oh, Steve Harrington is sooooo cute" or "oh my god, Tommy Hagan had suuuuuuch a glowup" and "I want to lick the sweat of his body after basketball practice" (this last one was applicable to multiple different people, including Steve and Tommy. It was not applicable for Chrissy when she exited cheerleading practice or Beth after football.)

She thought it would get better when Emma finally confessed to her crush and they actually got together, but no. It somehow got worse. Because "normal boy talk" turned into "experienced boy talk", and Robin wasn't allowed to admit that the only thing that got wet when she thought of Billy Hargrove was her mouth, because he made her want to throw up.

At first she'd say that she didn't have crushes. After a while of people refusing to believe her (even if she was telling the truth! Sometimes.) she started pretending to be into Steve Harrington. Every girl had a crush on Steve, so it made sense that she'd been embarrassed to admit that she was just like everybody else. He was way too far above her league for her friends to force her to "confess" and she could stare without fear when he passed by in the halls with the beautiful Tammy Thompson in his arms. Truly, it was a brilliant plan. It didn't stop the boys talk, though.

So she became a tomboy. She joined football and she hung out with boys and she cut her long hair into a bob. She lost a bit of touch with Emma and Sarah and the others, but she tried not to think about it too much. Instead she threw herself into sports and started hanging out more and more with Matt, the second trumpet in band.

And that was that. Sometimes she missed wearing dresses, but it was a relief not to have her mother insisting she "do something about that hair" anymore. She and Matt became best friends. She even considered telling him for a while. Until he sat her down and confessed his feelings.

She tried to let him down as gently as possible, and they never talked again. The cycle would repeat for multiple times.

Someone out there is laughing their ass off because who would have thought that the dude she pretended to have a crush on would turn out to be the missing half of her soul?

It started out like always. She teased him, he laughed. They suffered through customer service together. He was funny and surprisingly in touch with his emotions and apparently babysat a bunch of middle schoolers, which was equally hilarious and adorable to watch. They both enjoy sports and they both hate Billy Hargrove with a passion and Robin is heartbroken because she knows she can't get attached. She has already been through this too many times to allow it to happen again. She gets close with a guy, they become best friends, he confesses, she can't reciprocate, they never talk again.

This is what is going to happen. She should already be used to it, but it still hurts. It's better for her to keep her distance. To encourage him to flirt with other girls, even if she can see that he mostly does it to amuse her.

And then they uncover an actual real life Russian spy network right beneath their place of work like some fucking blockbuster. And then they are pumped up with drugs and the next thing she knows is that they are both throwing up in a cinema bathroom.

And then it happens. Of course it happens.

He starts his little speech and her heart is already breaking. She surprises herself when she realizes how much she started enjoying Steve's company. He is a dingus, but she is also a dingus and they just fit.

She is already preparing her apology in her head (oh fuck work is going to be so awkward), but what comes out instead is what she wishes she could've said every time this happened. What she wished she could have said every time she got close to another person, every time her parents questioned if she finally found a boyfriend. Something she really tried not to feel ashamed of, but it was so fucking hard when you had to keep it hidden all the time.

(She remembers when she used to train in front of the mirror. She would stare at herself and repeat again and again "I am Robin Buckley and I am a lesbian. I am a lesbian. I am-")

She doesn't breathe as she waits for what she knows what comes next. What has to come next. There is a reason she never told anyone, always kept it hidden and to herself even if she wanted to scream it into the world. He will mock her and he will out her and he will be disgusted and-

"Tammy Thompson?!"

Instead they have girls talk. And Robin finally gets it.

[wegc]

Okay I need to know if someone else thinks this could be hot…

Sooooo reader and Chan are watching porn for some reason, maybe to learn something new to try or something, and he starts getting ideas and he moves to start eating reader out or fingering, but you can’t look at him a bad what he’s doing?

“Don’t watch me, watch them.”

And you can’t cum until one of the people you’re watching does?

“Don’t you dare cum until she does.”

I DUNNOOOO COULD JUST BE MEEEEEEE

Anyways 🫣

HELLEOSOOOS ADJAKAKA channie who sits behind you, his firm chest pressed against your back, his mouth pressing hot, wet kisses along your neck as he rubs your swollen clit in circles🥹

I THINK the reason why he may put on porn for the two (you) of you to watch is so he gets an idea of what you like and whether your kinks align with his in case you’re too shy to tell him :( if chan’s fingering you and notices that your tight little cunt clenches around his digits every time the actress is slapped in the face or manhandled, he’d tease u smmmm

“did you like that, baby?”

“you want daddy to do the same to you, hm?”

also, don’t think for a second chan is watching the porn or paying any mind to the actors, not when he can cum to the sight of you alone!!! you’re his porn!!!

btw guys just wondering, would u guys be hurt if ur partner watched porn while they were together w u ?? :0

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, round 3, bracket three

Propaganda:

For Inigo:

One of the best fighters ever. Killed the six fingered man. “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die”. Fights with his left hand even though he’s not left handed. He’s bisexual in my heart. 

All I'll say is that sword fight with him and Westley had sooooo much sexual tension. 

fights with his off hand to give other people a fighting chance

his true love is justice where justice is cutting the heart out of the man who killed your father

[go watch the entire count ruben fight scene and i dare you NOT to vote for this man!]

For Gideon:

she's incredibly good w/ her two hander and less good with her rapier but she's still pretty good!! she is a horny lesbian who's taste in women seems to exclusively be "girls who have tried or are going to try to kill her". she's a redhead. i love her

Gideon’s a HUGE Butch lesbian and literally always wanted to use a broad sword. Specifically a broad sword. She said fuck rapiers. Uhhh literally dies to save the girl she cares for and the sword she uses then becomes like an altar for said girl. Gideon Nav Supremacy <3

oh she is the most badass swordswoman lesbian in media. she’s her gf’s cavalier, defends her in battle, she’s incredibly butch and buff

C'mon shes THE sword lesbian like... canonically 

Loves her broadsword more than anything on her home planet and practices whenever she can. Spoiler it’s possessed by her mom. Gave everything so her best enemy could eat her soul and become the new saint. The character of all time child of two separate threesomes, child of the god emperor, she’s dead, she’s butch, she’s a dork, she’s doomed by the narrative. She’s my favorite.

girlie is literally the swordswoman supreme. she’s the cavalier primary to her necromancer. she has a fuckoff huge longsword. she gets absorbed into another person SPECIFICALLY to swordfight for them. in a gay way too.

While everyone else was developing common sense, she studied the blade. This dyke's main weapon and true love is the long sword, but she's also passable with a rapier. The sword is, in her own estimation, pretty much all she's good for. That and her smoking hot bod and terribly charming sense of humor. 

"While we were developing common sense, she studied the blade." (Direct quote from the book). She's the most useless lesbian to ever exist, and she's obsessed with an absolute wet cat of a woman. Learned longsword mostly on her own and is such a genius with the sword she learned rapier in a few months (by personal experience, it's really really hard)

Most badass broadsword wielding lesbian easily slaying bone monsters and evil space wasps

The cavalier to her necromancer. very gay. in a complicated codependant lovehate relationship with the only other person her age she knew growing up.

[sweet-lil-kittyyy]

dont mind me, im just gonna share a lil bit of my thoughts on my kink journey so far !!

ive learned that im more of a sadist than I thought as a dom, the thought of grabbing my cute little slut pup and pinning them down so they whine, pulling their hair to make their gorgeous eyes roll back like the sweetest little painslut, slapping their face to jolt their attention back to me, watching their eyes get so big as they sink deeper into that sweet and fuzzy pupspace, using my hand as their own personal collar before i slowly but firmly choke them, and then ripping their panties off if they're wearing any, lifting their legs up and pinning them beneath me in a nice, deep mating press as i bury my cock deep inside their nice, wet cunt, breeding them like my good little bitch

ive also discovered what a desperate little cock whore i am as a sub holy shit, i always knew i loved being dominated, but having daddy walk into the garage as im tied up and spread for them to see my dripping pussy after i edged myself for 4 and a half hours in public and almost getting caught, fuck the thought of being exposed and not being able to hide, being forced to keep my legs spread and my tits out while i can't see anything, being helpless to whoever finds me, i fully screamed and squirted over and over holy shit, ive never cum that hard or that much or screamed that loud, like there was a point where i wasn't even saying words i was just whining and moaning and i made such a mess, it felt so good 😵‍💫 so not only am i a slutty exhibitionist who is into being helpless to my dom, im also very much into public play and public use cause wow the thought of daddy doing anything to me in public and being caught and having someone watch or join or trying to be quiet holy shit it turns me on so badly 🥺 also daddy fully broke my brain yesterday in the best way i felt so fucking good and so fucking dumb and all i could do was sit there and smile all pretty and giggle and whine and scream like a pretty little whore and i was sooooooo into it hehehe daddy also smoked with me while i was tied up and blindfolded and it was so hot, and also i would love to be tied up, forced to be a good slutty stoner, have my clothes ripped/cut off so daddy can see what they own 🫣 we use the colour system (red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for good keep going, and blue for more please) and i never said blue so much before when we've played fuck daddy was slapping my thighs and my pussy but i begged them to be meaner, to be harder, to leave hand prints and bruise my thighs, and holy fuck my thighs were so red and so was my pussy and i have bruises left and there's scratch marks and my clit was sooooo red they slapped it so hard it hurt so good and now i can't stop thinking about daddy punishing my cunt with a crop or a flogger 😵‍💫 also the thought of playing with daddy where im kidnapped and tied up and forced to be exposed for daddy to use and i keep thinking of daddy using duct tape to keep me quiet as they use me, i want them to break my lil brain again and make me cum dumb so i go from fighting my kidnapper and trying to escape to spreading my legs wider and begging and screaming for daddy to use me and breed me like the good lil kitty i ammmm

anyways, ive also learned that my sub/dom tendencies very much depend on my cycle and my hormones too ( i do have a uterus, a pussy, and tits, but i am NOT a woman and my pronouns are they/them!! i do enjoy being called a good girl when im feeling more subby and i usually fuck with good girl and feminine names and terms, but i am not a woman and i will not tolerate being called a woman or being referred to as she/her! TRANSPHOBES WILL BE BLOCKED!!) so im like hella subby and slutty and desperate rn cause my hormones are adjusting to my birth control and i just wanna be bred soooooo bad 🥺😵‍💫

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S02E21 All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1

Like, literally because it's another Sera Gamble episode!! She knows exactly where to jab the knife and twist it (no pun intended) 😭😭😭

Ya Jake, move along..go back to Afghanistan for all I care

can we talk about Jared's sculpted bone structure?! Like damn those cheekbones and that razor-sharp jawline!

omg what?! Why was a demon like a ghost girl?? Nevermind.. it's something called Acheri

Ok but S2 Sam hair is sooooo underrated!!! I feel I like should apologise for not appreciating it over S6-7 hair ...

i never noticed before that Sam picks up the knife from that haunted town that ends up killing him later.. baby no, put it back where you found it..

Fuck! That was my reaction to Sam hollering "Lily!". Even Demon controlling ava literally flinches. Jesus Christ, his voice is so thick and heavy!!! They didn't use Jared's voice to full potential..

Ah! I love how Sam is all simmering in anger when Azazel tells him about the plans for special children and why he had to kill Jess. But the moment Azazel mentions that it was about Sam and not Mary, you can see the sadness and guilt take over. Aww baby

Love how Sam figured it out that it was ava.

What a waste we never saw Sam use his powers to full potential

Sam Winchester fought a man with super strength, with a broken shoulder!! Say Sam is not strong one more time, I dare you!

Jake Talley, they can never make me like you for what you did to Sam!

Kinda shitty isn't it? That Sam's purity is what gets him killed all the time.. As a show of good faith, he drops the knife (one Jake Probably didn't even know about because it's actually Ava with him in the scene when he finds the knife) and in the end Jake uses the same knife to stab Sam.

This is still the most difficult death scene for me to watch. Yes, I can see Dean being dragged to Hell by Hellhound like easy peasy lemon squeezy. But something about Sam's death in this episode is so gut wrenching. I don't know what it is.. could be a combination of all: Jake's betrayal. The fact that the death is severely gruesome compared to what's seen on the surface. While it looks like death by stabbing, it's more than that because Jake's power is super strength, he uses it to not only to stab him but also to cut through his spine. And of course, Jared's acting is what turns my blood cold.. 😭😭

Jared's acting in this scene is scary good. Like the stab is so powerful, he can barely scream. The way he sinks to the wet ground, swaying, barely acknowledging Dean's presence. Then he falls onto his brother, still out of it, trying hard but failing to keep his head on the neck and eyes on his brother. Then he is gone. Hands hanging by his sides, head on Dean's shoulder.. goshh!

I think Sera Gamble understood Jared's potential quite early on. So she started writing Sam with more complexity. The very first episode she wrote was S01E03 Dead in the Water but it's actually from Faith that she started writing these deeper layers for Sam exploring his ideas, beliefs, faith and then she pulled out the big guns and open fired at Sam.. can I say I love her for that?!!

[suki-daydreams]

Umbrella

info : past arc gojo x baker reader, (reader is not a sorcerer, but gojo is), tiny angst to fluff, reader is a sweetheart (i love u), gojo and reader meet, comfort

suki's notes : this takes place right after geto goes cray-cray. this is also my first tumblr post- pls bear with me. this story will most likely have multiple parts and will eventually become present into the jjk world (season 1). hope you all enjoy! idek if anyone is even going to see this

THIS POST IS UNEDITED

spoilers if you haven't watched s2 of jjk- the hidden inventory arc

I do a recap in the beginning- SOOOOO

if u haven't watched season 2 yet- SKIP AHEAD

but if u know what happens and ur too impatient skip ahead ;-;

~~~

"The umbrella symbolizes the canopy of the heavens, shelter, and protection. The parasol is a symbol of the SUN, and an umbrella is a symbol of the shade. It is often an emblem of power and dignity."

___

Defeated. Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, the most powerful man in the modern world, felt defeated. how exactly?

Gojo had a mission to escort a girl named Riko Amanai alongside with his best friend, Geto Suguru.

Geto and Gojo were the strongest.

Riko was going to be sacrificed to a powerful being named Tengen to renew their existence for a period of time to protect the safety of sorcerers and their whereabouts.

But, the mission failed. Just when Riko realized she finally wanted to live for herself. She got shot in the head by a man named Toji, an assassin, who goes by many names but it mainly known for being the "killer of sorcerers".

Gojo avenged Riko's death by killing Toji.

And with that, Gojo became the strongest.

Finally learning how to control his power, and harnessing it to the fullest. He went on solo missions- orders given by his teacher, leaving his best friend behind.

But, little did Gojo know, his best friend lost his way, but at the same time, found his way. Found how he wanted to live his life.

Sorcerers kills curses, they protect non-sorcerers. Geto witnessed the ugliness of the weak, aka non-sorceres, when cultists wanted Riko dead, and they got what they wanted. Geto's other friend, a first year, named Yu Haibara, died during a mission with another first year by his side, Kento Nanami, who survived.

Riko's death, Yu's death, a conversation with a girl in the middle of his mourning- all changed Geto's ideals.

Geto massacred a whole village including his parents. His dream is to now eliminate all non sorcerers. He was expelled from jujutsu high with an execution on his head.

And, it was up to Gojo to kill him. But, he couldn't. Even when he had the chance, even when Geto turned his back on Gojo. He did nothing.

He couldn't kill his best friend. The only one he's ever had.

Riko's death, Yu's death, Geto leaving.

___ end of recap

All light was sucked out of Gojo's world. An endless void of despair and defeat, crushed his soul.

He questioned his strength, his very own being, everything.

He let his feet drag him to wherever. He walked and walked, and soon found himself somewhere in the city. Collapsing on the wet pavement of stairs, as his phone vibrated.

Dragging it out of his pocket and flipping it open to answer the call.

"Gojo.. where are you?" It was another friend of Gojos, her name was Shoko Ieiri, she was also good friends with Yu and Geto.

"I'm on a mission Yaga sent me on," he lied.

"How humorous. I asked Yaga and he said he hasn't sent you on a mission yet."

Gojo scoffed and threw his head back with his eyes shut, he simply just let the raindrops fall onto his face. He didn't even have the energy to activate his infinity to stop him from getting wet.

"Yeah.. well. I'm on a mission of my own. I want to be alone right now." He said, Shoko let out a big sigh.

"Gojo, come back- if you don't. I will find you-"

"Yeah.. well. Good luck with that."

He shut his phone, hanging up the call with his brunette friend. He shoved the electronic back in his pocket while the rain pattered on his body. It didn't hurt. It was calming, but also very lonely.

Anger filled his body, as he drowned himself more and more into his emotions, thoughts, and what he was going through. He hated being vulnerable. If he was blessed with these powers. Why... couldn't he save the one's closest to him?

"GODAMMIT!" Gojo screamed to the sky, "if I really am worth something, if I really am worth being here, send me a sign, a blessing!! Whatever!" He yelled, then his head dropped. His icy blue irises staring nothing into the ground as raindrops hit the cement.

"I... have nothing to lose." His voice came out as a whisper, despite screaming on the top of his lungs a few seconds ago.

He decided to give heaven a chance. He waited... and waited.. nothing. More rain on an empty street.

Until it all stopped. He heard the rain, but no longer felt it. Assuming it was Shoko, he sighed out.

"Wow. Found me already, Shoko? I'm impressed," he said then finally gained the strength to look over his shoulder, his heart jumped.

You.

Your hair starting to get damp from the rain, your e/c (eye color) orbs staring back at him with all your beautiful features. You were mesmerizing, hugging a dessert bag to your chest to stop the rain from soaking it, while you let your purse dangle loosely by your side.

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Uh-"

"Hi," you simply said with a smile, "I'm sorry I'm not this 'Shoko' you're talking about," you said with a small giggle, "but, you're getting wet, so here's my umbrella," your voice was soft, enchanting, music to his ears.

"Thanks." He said, as you held your umbrella out. But, he never took it from your grasp. It was big enough to cover you and him, so you placed it in between you two.

"Are you alright?" You asked, as you took a seat right next to him.

"Yeah.. why?" Is all he could force himself to say while staring back at you.

"Well, I mean.." you said looking around at the fast rain hitting every surface in your view before focusing your attention back on him, "you're sitting out here all by yourself. In the rain... in the cold... by yourself?"

He finally mustered up the courage to clear his throat and say, "I'm not exactly in my best moment right now."

You did nothing but smile, "understandable. But, you shouldn't be neglecting your needs. You could catch a cold."

He sighed, a non sorcerer talking about "needs".

"Yeah. Well. What exactly do I need right now?" He snapped, then sighed, "I have nothing to lose." It was silent, barely a whisper. But, you heard it, and did nothing but blink.

Then suddenly. You smiled and held out the umbrella.

"You need an umbrella."

Gojo : (ಠ_ಠ)

You giggled at his reaction.

"And, maybe... you need to find your way again," you said, making his eyes widened.

"Everything about you is bright. From your hair, your eyes, your skin," you pointed at each feature of his as you said it, then you dropped your arm to your side. "You glow on a dark cloudy-rainy evening like this, but you have this sad feeling to you."

He turned his head to stare at his feet.

"Whatever you're going through. I hope you get through it. With all the umbrellas you need!" You said, throwing your arms out. Then you smiled, "my grandma once told me, 'it's okay to lose your way, it's okay to be stuck once in a while. But, it's not okay to stay stuck in the same miserable spot.'"

Then you stood up, "you gotta pick yourself up! Because no one will," you stated, he nodded. He knows.

"And, life won't wait for you, it's just gonna keep going and going," you said and handed him the dessert bag you kept dry, "this has some kikufuku, castella, and a cake roll, if something makes everyone feel better- it's food! Especially sweets." You said with a small 'yum'.

He stared at you.

Then you smiled sheepishly, "it's been a couple hours since they were made- it's usually better fresh, but I hope you enjoy them either way!" You smiled, then waved goodbye at him.

"Goodbye stranger! Until we meet again," you said, turning around and walking away. Then suddenly, you jumped and turned around once again, "I forgot to say- you have really pretty eyes!" You yelled, then giggled, "bye now!"

He watched your figure turn the corner and disappear, but he continued to stare at nothing.

Speechless. He was speechless.

What just happened.

He's a stranger to you, you're a stranger to him, yet you gave him life advice, your umbrella, desserts, a compliment, and comfort- in less than 10 minutes.

Everything resumed, as he finally took in what happened. Not that he needed to, but he cursed at himself for not thanking you at the least.

Gojo hopes he can meet you again. Then he glanced at the shop name on the dessert bag, a small smile plastered his face. He knows how.

With the umbrella still in his hand, he picked himself up off the of ground with the dessert bag hanging around his wrist and began to make his way back to jujutsu high. Thoughts lingered his head. You roamed his mind even after he made it back, even when he was laying in bed at night.

The umbrella that you gave him was in the corner of his room, the moonlight peeking through his window dimly shining on it.

He asked for a blessing..

And there, you came.

end ~

more to come

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I feel like I made Shoko a little out of character lol fuc.

What do y'all think? I don't even know if this is going to reach people LMAOO

I also really want to write a Sukuna x reader inspired by Beauty and The Beast. but 4 now. I am going to focus on gojo x baker reader. BUT I WILL WRITE IT SOMEDAY. PROMISE

also gonna write some toji fanfics. but not rn

if u didnt know (ofc u wouldnt. this is my first post) gojo is my main man crush. but i also really like toji and sukuna <3

[buckgasms]

I am sooooo obsessed with Daddy Bucky!!! 🤤🥰 I’ve had this particular idea that I need your thoughts on… how do you think he handles punishment with his princess? Especially when she’s been quite bratty that day or is bothering him while he’s trying to work

What about teasing him while on a work call?? 👀

Hi lovely nonnie!! Omg yes me toooo ❤️

So I have many many thots on this, so please buckle in because I just could not stop writing this 🥲😘 hope you like it gorgeous xxx

This is straight up filth so drink water and read on...

So for minor offences, daddy would take away toys, ban certain TV shows or a couple of spanks whilst you were clothed so they didn't hurt as much.

But you wanna know what he'd do if his princess is bratty, and that he takes very very seriously because his princess is supposed to be a good girl.

I think that if princess is being bratty it's because she wants attention, probably a specific kind of attention y'know? And if princess had asked for what she wanted, she would have got it, so you're gonna have to work for it now. And if you had called daddy with the intention of teasing him, then oh boy.

The first thing to do is stand in the corner, hands on your head and panties around your ankles. There would be a comment about how wet and sticky your underwear is, what a dirty girl you were, before being left there to think about your behaviour.

Being a secret exhibitionist this actually only serves to make you even more of a mess, but god forbid you complain or make a fuss.

I feel like if you did make a fuss or try and beg your way out of it, he would put a pretty gag in your mouth, saying "you had your chance to talk babygirl." He'll leave you for a good while, making sure your arms are burning and arousal running down your legs.

"Come here" you hear him say and you walk over, slightly wobbly and teary. You know it's not the end, but part of you really hopes it is.

You are guided to stand between his thighs and he doesn't say a word as he rubs his hand through the wetness, tutting as you gasp at his rough hands making a mess of you. He pulls off your clothes until you are naked in front of him, breathing heavy behind your gag.

He finally looks at you and pats his thigh. You whimper a little before climbing over his lap, shivering a little in anticipation. He smoothes his hands over your ass and thighs as he speaks to you.

"I don't know why you do this baby. I give you everything you want, yet you chose to be a silly little slut. You want your slutty little holes filled up? You want to be my little cumdump princess?" Your moan is muffled but he gets the desperation in your tone.

He lands a swat on your ass that makes you jump. "Well ok then babygirl, I'm gonna use your little holes and fill you up, but I'm not gonna treat you like a princess, I'm gonna treat you like the little fuckdoll you are..."

Your whining is cut off by his spanking. It's hard, it stings, it feels like it goes in forever. It also makes you incredibly wet, and he uses a free hand to tease you, unsatisfying touches to your pussy, making you tense before another spank.

Before long your ass is glowing, your face stained with tears and his jeans are soaked with your arousal. "Daddddyyy" you wail from behind your gag and he does eventually halt, rubbing a soothing hand over you.

"Ohh you feeling sorry now hmm?" He mocks and drags you until you are straddling him and he grips your wet cheeks in his hand, chuckling darkly as you grind down on him a little. "Maybe not feeling so sorry huh?" You cry out, and grab at him, desperately trying to show your regret. Surely he knows you well enough by now? You can be as sorry as anything but you're still gonna be horny for him.

He's gonna keep the theme of humiliation at the forefront of the rest of the evening. He'll fold you over and pile drive into you, making you watch your greedy cunt swallow his cock over and over. He'd find a way to make you squirt on yourself too, because he's nasty like that. He'll play with your ass too, spitting on it, mocking how well your tight hole opens up for him, what a perfect cocksleeve you make. When you tell him it stings he hushes you before switching back to your pussy, making your stomach bulge. You know better than to look away, but if you do, swift slaps cover your thighs until your eyes are locked back on his face or cock.

He'd be using that mouth as well, especially if he thought you were enjoying yourself too much. Plenty of choking, holding your nose shut, burying your face in his bulge. He wants to make a mess of you, so you better believe he's coming over your beautiful face.

"God baby, so fucking perfect ain't ya? Even when you act so naughty, you're still gonna be my perfect girl hmm?" He strokes your face, dipping a thumb into your mouth to give you a taste. You can only manage a hum of agreement, but he knows getting you to speak now would be an impossible feat.

Your eyes are glistening and fuzzy. Arms and legs have fallen open to him, letting him do as he pleases to make you feel every bit the naughty thing you are. You are slightly aware of soreness, here and there, but his touch is now so gentle and soothing that you don't worry about anything at all.

"On your knees baby" he mumbles in your ear and you scramble on unstable limbs to plant yourself back between his thighs, head resting on his knee as he fixes his gaze to you.

"Have you learnt your lesson now Princess?" He strokes a gentle hand through your sweaty hair, making your eyes flutter. He can see the cogs turning in your head as you try and remember what got you to this position in the first place. Your eyes widen, then fill with tears, hands grabbing at his chest.

"Yes daddy, promise, promise I'll be a good girl." You nuzzle his thigh and stroke his hair dusted stomach. He chuckles, pulling you up to sit on his lap, pressing kisses to your cheeks. Your hands grab his face and he kisses your palms, before letting you plant soft kisses over his face.

"Baby, do you know what you're sorry for?" He asks, a full laugh slipping past his lips as you giggle, running your fingers over his lips and beard. "Mmm not really sure daddy, but I don't think I'll ever do it again..." That makes you giggle even more as he growls and nips at your neck and chest.

You sit quietly for a moment, stroking his face as he brushes your hair squeezes your thighs. You seem to be a little fuzzy still, but happy and satisfied. "You did so well sweetie pie, I love you so much princess..." He mutters in your ear and you giggle and hide in his neck.

He lifts you up and carries you away into the bathroom for a thorough wash and recovery, surrounded by Daddy and bubbles. As you cling to him you whisper back, "Love you too Daddy"

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

i would also like to clear the record:

I Love Betty Grof

She is the moment. And honestly, her descent into madness was sooooo good. I love a vengeful waifu. I love a vengeful waifu and her sweet, vulnerable boywife. It is VERY rare to find a woman character that gets to go fucking APE SHIT. And while flipping the "damsel in distress" trope

In Ooo, damsel distresses you.

Fuck. Yes. I love her

I will die for her. 10 outta 10, would. Happy to help her summon a cosmological nuke and sink her beloved boywife into depthless depression.

AND?? I get to watch my favorite wet cat, Simon Petrikov, suffer harder?

this is a package deal from hell and im so!!!

[mermaidsirennikita]

Is there any romance where the couple bath together?

Yes!

Princess by Gaelen Foley has a lovely scene where Darius and Serafina bathe together shortly after they hook up for the first time. They didn't go all the way~ because she's a princess and he's a kitchen boy bodyguard, but she's very overwrought about everything (she had a Big Day) so he holds her in the tub and it's very cute and hot.

The Duke by Gaelen Foley also has a scene wherein the heroine is in the bath and the hero like... helps her bathe? And then he helps her with other things while she is standing (and he is on his knees), still in the tub, so it counts.

Fantasy-wise, there's Charissa Weaks's Witch Walker series (not standalones). In the second book, Alexus and Raina go to these special pool hot spring things to bathe after a long journey, and they wash each other's hair and stuff. Tbh, they were definitely doing ALL OF IT in their little tents during the journey, so. What's super hot about this too is that they ran out of birth control during the journey (fantasy potions lmao) and the new doses haven't kicked in yet, so they have to... finds some workarounds...

Forget Me Not by Julie Soto is a contemporary romance with a REALLY good tub scene. The heroine is a high-strung overworked wedding planner, and she and the hero are kind of in a casual borderline FWB "what are we" situationship. He... helps her relax.

Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage by Jennifer Ashley has a scene where Isabella is in the tub and Mac walks in. He does some things. When the maid comes in he wipes his face off with a towel. So he wasn't in the tub, technically, but he did get pretty wet.

Duke of Sin by Elizabeth Hoyt has the infamous scene where Bridget is in the tub and Valentine is watching her and going on about her toes and stuff. He does not get in the tub. Scandalous Desires also has a scene where Mickey is in the tub and Silence comes over and he makes her ~feel him. So neither one is a mutual bath situation, but thought I'd mention it.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe has an amazing bath scene after Nellie and Lockwood first hook up, where she's like "I don't want a relationship" and he's like "for sure I am on the same page now let's cuddle in the bathtub while we tell each other our deepest darkest emotional secrets". He is.... RIDICULOUS.

Bride by Ali Hazelwood has an extended, very very good bath scene.

Dreams of a Dark Warrior by Kresley Cole has another "not bathing together but he's watching" scene which is AGAIN fantastic. The hero and heroine are SUPER ENEMIES (he has her imprisoned and wants to annihilate all supernatural creatures, she is a supernatural creature) but as it turns out, they were lovers in SEVERAL past lives. And she remembers this, because she actually never died and is immortal, but he, the reincarnated one, can't. So she bathes and talks about all the things they did in his past lives while he sits there, gripping the chair to keep from jumping her... and then he starts telling her what he'd do to her in THIS life...

American Royalty by Tracey Livesay has a scene where the heroine is in the bath... the hero isn't, I think, but it's another one where he's like "while I'm here om nom nom".

The Music of Love by S.M. LaViolette has an ANGRY BATHTUB BANG scene. The hero and heroine are married but on the outs (she is also pregnant, which is why they're married lmao) during a trip to visit his family. So they're at this inn, and she's in the bathtub, and she's been Lustfully Watching Him Undress sneakily... And he walks in and.... It is SOOOOO GOOD. But also hilarious, because they're mostly just incredibly mad at each other throughout.

A Shore Thing by Joanna Lowell has the leads' first time in a bathtub (I mean, it begins in a bathtub) with what begins as a definitely not innocent bath. They're on a bicycle race together, so they stop in an inn and Things Happen. They also do it in a Victorian bathing machine later lmao

Once More, My Darling Rogue by Lorraine Heath has a bathing scene, I believe. I can't remember exactly what happens, but I'm pretty sure it leads up to this as the hero makes the heroine wash his back as a part of like, her job lmao.

Lisa Kleypas has scenes where the hero "tends" to the heroine in an afterglow bath in Seduce Me at Sunrise and Love in the Afternoon, but I'm not sure if they fully get in the bathtubs. Or just their hands.

[iwannaban0nym0us]

Y’all I’ve got a new crush, I haven’t made a post like this in a while but I think this is gonnna be one of my long rambly posts

I’m so screwed, I like her so much, like head over heals, writing poetry about her, can’t stop thinking about her, every excuse possible to see her or talk to her or text her

On one hand I’m not even sure if she’d date someone nonbinary but on the other hand I haven’t felt like this since my last ex 2 years ago (it’s wild to me that it was that long ago)

This is reminding me sooooo much of my last ex but I think it’s managing to be in a good way (I really really hope it’s a good way) it’s the same kinda friend of a friend to fast friends progression I had with my ex

As of like a week or two ago we weren’t really friends but like we’re classmates and teammates and have a lot of mutual friends and know each other comparatively well, but now now we’ve been texting for 2 hours pretty much nonstop

Over the past 2 weeks I’ve slowly tried to increase our friendship and you could say it’s gone well, I’ve used robotics and our English class as an excuse to talk to her as much as possible and I stop by her friend group in the mornings or at lunch sometimes too since I get along with all of them well

This week I’ve had the brilliant excuse of a lot a lot of robotics stuff that we both need to help out with a lot of our lunches and afternoons have been spent working together (and w/ teammates) on stuff

Monday after we both left from robotics (her to go home me to go watch the boys soccer game w/ my team) and that’s when the first like actual thing happened, we’d texted a bit previously but almost never about anything besides logistical stuff, but but on Monday SHE texted me just a casual comment about being tired and how I was going to watch the soccer game but then it lead to a whole text conversation about some random stuff

Tuesday not much happened but she was very stressed when I saw her after school and I gave her a hug and texted after to check in on her and she said thank you for the hug with heart hands

Wednesday, that was a day of big things lol, at lunch we were working on robotics together and she said she was cold and I was actually warm so I took off my long sleeve shirt (dw I had a tshirt under) and with a bit of convincing I got her to wear my shirt and holy shit it was so cute, she’s like an inch taller than me but I’m definitely bigger than her (and like my shirts baggy) so it looked oversized on her and it was mine and aaaaaaa save me

Then I saw her after an awful soccer practice on Wednesday and I was literally soaking wet but I still managed to get a good bye hug from her and then she ended up being delayed leaving so I stayed and talked to her for a bit longer

Also throughout the week I’ve been like slowly building up physical contact, a hand on a shoulder here or there, leaning into her a bit (she’s leaned back sometimes which always gives me butterflies) or putting my head on her shoulder when I said I was tired (she leaned her head on mine)

Now today, I saw her a bit in the morning and between classes and at lunch she stopped by robotics and we chatted and it was chill and then last block of the day I was in the shop and she came by and we talked and even like helped out with cleanup from the class and like we talked for a bit and like wandered over to where her friend group hangs out but we kept talking even tho her friends were there

Anyway now now oh my god, I texted her about robotics and then she kinda checked in on me because I was so tired today and somehow that has led to us almost continuously texting for the past 3 hours, I was legit kicking my feet and smiling at my phone texting her just talking to her makes me so happy

We’ve talked about so many things and she keeps asking questions and keeping the conversation going and like it definitely wasn’t one sided and our text history is more than doubled now I think lol

During the conversation she said she usually goes to bed at like 10/11 and it’s midnight now and we just said good night,,,, and like she was keeping the conversation going like there were plenty of stoping points, another big win is that I got a “gn [my name] 🫶” so uh yeah

This whole thing is just making me so happy and giddy in a way I haven’t felt since my ex and it makes me so happy, and also like I feel like I’m finally over my ex, like my new crush is on my mind more than my ex and instead of slipping up in my head with my exes name instead of my crushes it’s the other way around

I really really hope this goes well I just like her so much and now like all that stuff is giving me probably unfounded hope

[chrystalwynd]

Bailey Becomes a Diaper-Butt- Part 4

            A week later, Bailey skipped into the playroom.

            It was so weird. The first time she walked into this room, it had seemed so stupid, but now it looked like a wonderful adventure-land! There were so many things to do, she didn’t know where to start.

            Aunt Penny had finally taken off her mittens, so she could use her hands again, just like a big girl! Okay, so she was just learning to use her hands and fingers again, but that was fine.

            So much to choose from! Maybe the dollhouse?

            Wait…dolls were for babies. She was gonna play the Nintendo Wii! Yeah!

            Then she saw Kimmy and Sierra playing in the corner with something she couldn’t see. Curious, she went over and saw they were hunched over something that looked like a hat or beret or something.

            “What’s that?” she asked.

            Kimmy and Sierra looked up. “Huh? This? It’s nothing.”

            Bailey immediately figured it was something. “C’mon, let me see!”

            She got closer and leaned in to look. It was a cute little beret. Suddenly Kimmy grabbed it and put it on Bailey’s head.

            Bailey opened her mouth to protest, but suddenly her eyes became glazed. She raised her hands to shoulder level and began snapping her fingers like shark mouths. Her feet took little steps back-and-forth and she started singing: “Ba-by Shark doo doo d-doo doo-doo Ba-by Shark doo doo d-doo doo-doo Ba-by Shark doo doo d-doo doo-doo Baby Shark…”

            Kimmy and Sierra fell on the ground laughing and pointing. Then they skipped away, leaving Bailey helplessly singing the Baby Shark song, her diapered bottom swaying back and forth.

*****

            A small group had gathered around Bailey, watching her sing and sway, when Charlotte finally walked up and took the beret off Bailey’s head.

            “Awwwww,” said Ella, one of the older girls. “Why’d you do that, Charlotte? She was so cute!”

            “Yeah!” said another. “Totes adorable!”

            Bailey blushed.

            “Yes, Bailey’s very adorable,” agreed Penny as she walked up and took Bailey by the hand, “but also very wet. Let’s get you changed, button.”

            “It was Kimmy and Sierra!” wailed Bailey. “Th-They t-twicked me! And m-made me s-sing and d-dance…!”

            “I know, button,” said Penny. “I’ll take care of it.”

            So Bailey once again found herself in the changing room. After she had been changed, Penny let her lay on the couch and watch Disney movies.

            It was ridiculous. Bailey knew she should have been trying to figure out a way to wear big girl clothes again and be the big girl she knew she was! But she was sooooo comfy snuggled up with stuffies and watching Disney movies that, at least for now, she was just going to take a little nappie. But when she woke up, she was gonna show them she was a big girl!

*****

            When bailey woke up, Charlotte was shaking her shoulder.

            “C’mon, bailey,” said Charlotte. “It’s time for dinner.”

            Bailey blinked, then stood up. She was dressed in a Pretty Pony t-shirt and her diaper. Someone must have changed her clothes while she slept.

            She picked up her bear stuffie by the arm and blearily followed Charlotte down the hall, her bare feet padding softly along the floor.

            Charlotte waited for bailey to catch up. She giggled and said, “Kimmy and Sierra got in so much trouble! Aunt Penny made them each take a big spoonful of Nurse Ava’s castor oil.”

            Bailey laughed and clapped her hands, nearly dropping Mr.Bears on the floor. “Yay!”

            When they got to the dining room, Kimmy and Sierra were already in their highchairs being spoon-fed baby food. The state of their diapers indicated that the castor oil had already taken effect.

            Bailey squealed and ran over to the highchairs. She pointed at Kimmy’s obviously full diaper and said, “BABY!”

            Kimmy blushed and stuck her tongue out at bailey.

            Bailey giggled and skipped to her chair. She was gonna eat like a big girl now. She’d show them.

*****

            “No!” said bailey. “I’m not a baby! I’m a big girl! I get to wear big girl pajamas!”

            “Really?” said Penny. “So you’re suddenly a big girl now?”

            Her hair bobbed everywhere as bailey nodded fiercely. Finally they were understanding! They were finally going to treat bailey like the big girl she was!

            “Yes!” said bailey. “I’m a big girl like Charlotte and Ella! Totally!”

            Penny nodded understandingly. Then she suddenly reached over and pulled the back of bailey’s diaper out, taking a peek. “I believe you, bailey, but if that’s the case, then why is your diaper so wet?”

            Bailey blinked, suddenly realizing why she felt so warm and nice down there. She hadn’t even realized she had wet herself.

            Penny smiled tolerantly, then reached out and booped bailey’s nose. “It’s okay, button. Your Aunt Penny loves you just the way you are. Let’s get you changed, shall we?”

            Bailey’s cheeks glowed. “It’s not that full,” she mumbled. “I don’t a change yet.”

            “You don’t want a change, button?” said Penny, a smile playing on her lips. “That’s fine. Go ahead and get in bed and I’ll check on you later, okay, sweetie?”

            Bailey crawled into bed and let herself be tucked in. I’m only letting her tuck me in ‘cuz she wants to, not ‘cuz I want her to!, thought bailey. Then she realized she was really tired, despite her nap, and she found herself dropping into a deep sleep immediately.

@smolbailey

[uncouth-the-fifth]

imagine damian and the reader at the wayne gala. he gets jealous when he sees her flirting with someone else. he ends up pulling her into a bathroom and fucking her in front of a mirror while saying that other person can’t treat her like he does

and that’s how the reader finds out damian has feelings for her. all this time he acted like he hates her because he’s in denial

Title: More Than They Ever Said

Paring: Robin!Damian (18+) / Canary!Reader

Tags/Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, bathroom sex, slight underage drinking (reader is like 20 lol), mentions of golf.

Word Count: 7150

Notes: sooooo.... this def evolved beyond a drabble lol. the way gala sex kills me every time 😭 I was a little mushy w Dami here bc I miss his sweet side. This also sounded a lot like goldenspecs12's request from Wattpad, so I hope you don't mind that I meshed the two together 😚 I leaned toward Damian liking the reader more than being in denial, but that’s the only thing I sacrificed between the two requests. This one is my fluffiest and most romantic yet 💖

"can I request Damian w a Queen reader, like she's Oliver and Dinah's child? say the reader is a hero but not very active, like she comes in when her parents can't. so when she and Damian meet, they hit it off. The main request is that they sneak away at a gala held by Oliver and the reader and Damian have sex."

Ask to be added to my taglist for future posts!

The party was more fun than you thought it would be.

Benefits were usually chalk-full of old, wealthy people that thought they made good conversationalists. The board members of Queen Industries were tired of Oliver trying to escape their claws, so you’d been recruited in his place. While your dad got to play minigolf in the penthouse’s massive party floor, you were confined to the lounge, playing up what an intelligent, capable business partner you’d be when you were CEO. Fellow businessmen gruffed about their plans with you while their wives cooed and drank, pinching your cheeks.

You thought that you’d hate it, but the attention and the praise was nice. It made you feel like you were helping your dad and your family’s company, which was constantly criticized and judged for it’s choice in CEO. Everyone called your father a lazy silver-spooned idiot, but he was one of the only men in Star City who actually cared. By the time you had Q.I’s biggest donors laughing out of their seats, Dinah’s hands slipped over your shoulders and you were kissed on the side of the face. Thank you, she mouthed, and your position as family support-beam was covered.

Since most of the benefit-goers were at least forty years your senior, you gravitated to your dad. From the penthouse’s upper balcony, you could see his friends circling around the tiny green mats they were using as a makeshift golf course. Usually, Ollie made sure his public persona’s aim was as garbage as his taste in drink was. But tonight, he played as Green Arrow, who never missed. Not once. Especially when it came to Bruce Wayne, who’s golf game was abysmal at best.

But like Oliver, Bruce was a new man tonight. It looked like he was ready to break out the batarangs any minute now. The two men were barely civil about the viciousness of their competition, and if the view of the game from the balcony was interesting, then from below it must’ve been the greatest show of fragile masculinity ever displayed. You had to make fun of them.

The only opening in the circle of men, who all had their hands on their chins as Bruce lined up his next shot, was by the floor-to-ceiling windows to one side of the game. Just one man stood there, hands in his pockets. You slid next to him, unbothered, and squinted at the game.

Everyone in the crowd was dead silent. Bruce was lining up his golf ball so it would roll into a mug a couple of feet away, so you helpfully provided, “A little to the left, Mr. Wayne.”

Your words overlapped with someone else’s. Where you had said Mr. Wayne, they had said Father. Then the man next to you was his son, but...

You would have never guessed it would be him.

Reasonably, you knew that Robin was Damian Wayne. Oliver could be a little loose-lipped at times, and by his judgment you’d been a teenager just a year ago - what could a twenty year old do to Batman’s secret identity? Not much.

Until you saw Robin without his mask.

Damian was achingly beautiful. He was your age, but he stood and talked like he was much older. There was an angle to his shoulder that made him seem astute and sexy. His eyes fixed on you when you spoke at the same time, and they were a surprising mossy color that jumped out against his tan skin, like plants flourishing out of rich soil. There was just enough blue in them to make him seem haunting. Any moment, you felt like he was going to corner you and whisper your future throatily in your ear.

Looking into them, those piercing eyes, for longer than a second made you want to blurt, “You’re much prettier without your mask.”

But that would expose his secret to every golf-loving idiot in earshot, so Oliver had been wrong. A twenty-year-old like you could do fatal damage to Batman’s secret identity, but for Damian, the short-tempered, snappish leader of the Teen Titans, you would risk anything.

Damian stared, and you stared. He squinted, wet his lips, then turned back to the game. This was your only acknowledgment that he recognised you. His voice was deeper, smoother, than you remember it. “Queen.”

You shifted in your shoes, almost laughing in shock. “...Wayne.”

The game grew boring and Damian didn’t say anything else, so you said nothing too, sneaking glances at him. The last time you’d spoken to Robin had been in costume, when he’d thanked you for assisting with a mission. He’d really been thanking you for standing up for him. You didn’t team up often with the Titans, but when you did, you found that they were unusually snappy and mean with their leader. Not necessary on purpose, but you could tell that Damian couldn’t take as many bites as he pretended to. Standing up for him had been a simple thing. The good thing to do. Now, with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like he still thought about it.

He must have, because the kiss you shared at the end of that mission had glowed with heat. To be fair, you both may have believed you were going to die (before the team pulled through and saved you), so it could’ve been a heat-of-the-moment thing. But this was Robin - if he didn't want to kiss you, he wouldn't. And yet he did.

You’d kissed. And the energy of that kiss lingered between you now, drawing you closer together, putting tiny smiles on your faces. He was cute. Cuter without that mask on.

You stood in the stupid golf silence, feeling foolish. Flirting with boys was much easier in fishnets. It didn’t help how fine Damian’s profile was. He had soft, feathery lashes that occasionally touched down on beauty marked cheeks. His lips were even fuller from the side, forever drawn in a curious line. And those eyes, when they caught yours and danced away again, were much too nice to hide behind a mask. You couldn’t get that thought out of your mind.

When Bruce finally made his move, you leaned in to whisper something to each other at the same time, accidentally knocking shoulders.

“I - apologies,” Damian flushed.

“Oh, um, my bad,” you rubbed awkwardly at the spot where you’d collided. “...You were going to say something?”

Damian’s eyes flicked to your fathers, then to you, unimpressed. He lowered his voice so only you could hear. “They’re awfully hypocritical, don’t you think? Father snaps at me everytime I use my skills in public, and yet he’s putting with perfect aim like it’s not the very same.”

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes and scooted closer, ducking your voice into the bubble between your bodies. “My dad’s the same way. Don’t aim in the house, he says, unless it’s him trying to beat Bruce Wayne.”

Your company’s shoulders turned sideways, leaning into you. His breath ghosted the hair on your neck, standing it on end, and again that silky voice sent tingles down your spine. Damian must change his voice as Robin, because he never spoke like this then. So huskily, so low.

He shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

You watched him. He watched you. You ran your tongue over your teeth, and Damian subtly adjusted his slacks from his pockets.

At the same time, you asked each other, “Would you like to get a drink?”

_

Your hiding place was a loveseat in the lounge, between more businessmen and their ditzy heirs. The bartender was your family’s, so he smiled and turned down your request for a drink, courtesy of your dad’s strictness. Luckily, he didn’t recognise Damian. You watched him order it at the bar, his rings catching the light, the muscle in his arms peeking out from under his blazer.

“I think he suspected I wasn’t of age, so he only gave me one.” He took the place next to you, propping his ankle on one knee and lounging out like a panther. Damian offered the cocktail to you, once he’d decided the coast was clear. It was a cute gesture. “Is that acceptable?”

You fished a five dollar bill out of your purse. “Only if you take this for paying. Don’t think I didn’t see you try and sneakily get that past me.”

Damian scrutinized the bill, then you, somehow managing to be a smartass without opening his mouth. Instead of thinking about how nice it would feel to kiss the slight crease between his brows, you traded hands with him so the bill was in his and the drink was in yours. The gentle brush of you palm to his knuckles put way too many butterflies in your belly.

You talked about everything and anything. About home, family life, your cities. The best of it was when Damian dipped his head so only you could hear him, keeping your secrets close and your bodies closer. This was the only way he talked about Robin, so you circled back to any vigilante subject you could think of just so Damian would keep purring into your ear like that. Better yet, he was smart. Talking to him was engaging, and within minutes he'd entranced you, so you sat there talking for more than an hour. Around you, the party rotated and went on.

At one point, you took a drink of the cocktail and passed it to him to share. Damian placed his lips right where yours had been, licking up the cocktail salt and gulping it down slow, adam’s apple bobbing, like it wasn’t the taste of the vodka he was savoring.

Eventually, your bliss was broken. Damian was called over to his father, again, to discuss business, and he left you with your remaining cocktail and the memory of that mission. You couldn’t find a reason to move from your seat. When you’d realized that you and Robin had been led into a trap on that mission, it’d been too late, and your efforts to escape became more and more futile. All you could do was pray the Titans got to you on time. Robin had offered you his glove as the walls closed in, and you’d watched up-close as he assumed you were both about to die. The fear in his eyes was strange - like it was familiar to him. At the same time, you cupped his neck and he held your upper back, and you’d kissed fervently, sweetly.

Damian had put his forehead to yours, and promised even as the trap shrunk around you, “You were excellent. More excellent than they ever said.”

In the big picture, it was a strange last remark to make, and afterwards you’d been too happy about surviving to think about it. But in the moment, you understood. You were understood. Somehow, Damian had reached into your soul and gouged out the words you’d been dying to hear, from your parents, from anyone, and uttered them to you with burning conviction. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe he meant it. Damian found you excellent. Someone, somewhere, didn’t think you were a failure.

Odd, how you’d never seen the face of the man you thought you’d die with (until now), and yet he saw you so easily. You watched him follow his father into the party crowd now, wondering. The Titans had saved you before you could ask what he’d meant. More importantly, before you could tell him the same. He was excellent.

_

Once you’d finished off your drink, you left it at the bar and grinned evilly at your family bartender. He rolled his eyes and slyly delivered you another, which, on your superhero schedule, would not have you drunk yet. Another heir to some big company was seated at your right, ignored by his father enough to look for some small talk with you.

He was one of the cute, nerdy types that were usually in awe of you. Girls, available girls, were typically rare at these kinds of parties, so he took you not having a boyfriend as permission to flirt with you. Unfortunately for him, your seat gave a perfect angle on Damian across the party floor. He was impressing the wives of Wayne business partners, who flocked around him like they’d flocked around you, pinching his cheeks. You could almost read their lips enough to guess what they were saying. What a handsome young man you are! Oh, Bruce must be so proud.

“...and then my father flipped over his kayak! Would you believe it? Two thousand dollars, thrown right in our family’s lake.” Your company snickered, howling at his own story.

You circled the rim of your glass, watching how Damian tried to teach some of the women phrases in Arabic. Unknown to them, they were some pretty funny swear words. It threw you into a bout of giggles, and the man next to you kept talking, spurred on by the noise.

The flock of hens around Damian receded, and his shoulders slouched in relief. That was cute, too. It wasn’t often that people understood how draining these parties were, but for people like you and Damian, it was a racetrack of endless, boring circles. Everything was a formality. Few things were genuine. Damian turned, and you caught his eye to let him know you were going to meet him. He nodded toward a side hall, his mouth a curious line again. If you looked at it long enough, it felt like a smile when he mouthed, escape?

Your company was still talking. He stopped when you grabbed his tie and planted a pity-kiss on his cheek, waving to him as you bounced away. “Sorry, kid. Not my type.”

_

You planned to bring Damian to the secluded balcony on the second floor to unwind, but instead, you were taken by the wrist and maneuvered into an empty powder room. It was colder than the steaming party air and smelled like champagne, with couches to sit on and mirrors to powder at. For a bathroom, the lights were warm and low. The noise of the party went quiet the instant the door was shut, like you and Damian had entered your own little world. No more circles. No more back and forth.

“Here,” Damian said, noting the mirrors. He tilted his head as he asked, like he was nervous, “Is this acceptable?”

“It is the ladies powder room, but I’ll give you a pass, since you’re cute.” You joked. Damian didn’t make a move to relax on one of the couches yet, hanging in front of you like there was more he wanted to say. There was more you wanted to say, too, but no good words came to mind.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. Again, Damian stared, and you stared. The glass he brought with him was set down. He put one fist on the counter beside the door, and like honey had been poured on your nerves, you realized how easy it would be for him to push you up against it. Kiss you senseless. Heat drooled off of him this close, and you wondered if he’d still lean in to whisper to you even if you were alone.

The lack of words drew to a point where something had to be said, anything, but his eyes felt so good on your skin and it was interesting to see him nervous. Something strange told you that Damian liked the silence, too.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Damian cleared his throat, and took a sip from his glass. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Between me and that guy?” You smiled gently, like you were reassuring him, and laughed to yourself. “Oh, man, you should’ve seen it, Damian. Poor kid really thought I was flirting with him. He’d totally convinced himself, it was hilarious.”

His profile was tense in the mirror, which you stole glances at to watch how the amber light played on his handsome skin. When Damian swallowed his drink, his throat rolled in the sexiest way, and immediately your mind fed you with visions of suckling, kissing, tonguing his neck.

“Why’d you ask?” Your eyes sparkled. Damian drew a step closer, and you used the opportunity to swipe a drop of alcohol from the corner of his lip with your thumb. “You jealous?”

It was the touch or the suggestion that made Damian pause. He didn’t stutter, but lagged over what to say, eyes vast and wanting as they raked over your face. “I don’t get jealous,” he clarified, “but… I do intend to be the only man to kiss you tonight.”

Damian’s hand took your chin. Your belly exploded with instant arousal, hitting you like a bullet of liquid lust. “You’re the only man who’s kissed me like that,” you whispered, taking his tie in hand. “I hope that’s always true.”

His voice had gone throaty. “May I kiss you again?”

Again, he reminded you.The two of you had kissed before, and it had been spectacular, terrifying, and excellent.

“Please,” you said, and Damian rushed to your aid.

Not a moment more was wasted. Curling his tie into your fist, you drew him in, slow and deep and wonderfully. Damian’s cologne hit you before his lips did, and both made your core throb for friction. Two broad hands slammed your hips into the door. His fingertips smoothed up the fabric of your dress, pressing you back and squeezing you in until you could feel his belt buckle against your belly. Damian was a sweet, magnetic kisser, chasing your lips like he was on a crusade to save them. Each time they met, he swam deeper. The point of his nose bumped against your cheek. You hummed your laugh against his lips, and Damian groaned as he pulled away, readjusting, twisting, testing the limits of the kiss. And you followed him at every step or more, revelling in his taste.

You didn’t want him to think you wanted the kiss to end, so you drew the hands braced under his blazer around his neck. Soon, that didn’t feel close enough, so you cupped each side of his face and pecked Damian until you were breathless. He brought you in until your arms were flat to his chest, the kiss almost vertical in its intensity.

He groaned when you parted, gasping and blinking just inches from your face. Your mouths were still connected by a thick string of drool, which hung until it split and clung to Damian’s chin and fell, marking a wet strip down into his collar. You panted, watching it go.

Damian left your waist to hold your wrists, keeping your hands around his face. He settled warmly into your touch, basking in it, and the pure enjoyment on his face made you smile. You wondered if anyone else had cared for him like this. If Damian had ever felt someone hold his face and treasure it. The thought gave you a strange urge, so you followed it.

You brought Damian’s brow level with your mouth and sweetly kissed his forehead. Then his nose bridge, then his temples. His face was so quickly warm that you giggled. In the most unsubtle way possible, Damian drew back his hips so you couldn’t feel the heat there, and closed his eyes, begging you to continue.

“I want you,” you whispered against his jaw.

Damian shivered. “You have me.”

You shifted one hand to his shoulder, giving yourself more room to nuzzle and kiss his neck. The line of drool was still there, so you cupped his skin and tilted his jaw up, and in one stroke, licked all the way to his earlobe. Damian’s moan poured from his mouth like a growing flood. You even felt his thighs press together between you, and pleasure tingled in your throat when he choked at the glide of your tongue.

He released your wrists, reached beside you, and locked the door with an audible click.

Then, Damian devoured you. Both hands hooked around your back, arching your chest into his, and finally, bringing his bulge between your hips. You clung to him for dear life, helpless as his teeth pressed into your neck like a vampire. Damian fed like one, too, suckling the skin there like he was starved. Your panties were so wet that you were desperate to get out of them, grinding your core against his.

Damian retreated, gasping. He licked the spit off of his lips and glared into your eyes. Bluntly, he said, “I want to eat you out.”

Once more, you kissed him, delirious with excitement. Your lungs burned for air, but your core burned harder for him. “Take off that suit and you can do whatever you want to me.”

His eyes gleamed. “I plan to.”

Quickly, you shoved your hands into his sleeves and pushed them off his shoulders, giving you a crisp glimpse at his carved shoulders. Damian's fingers blurred from button to button, but he saved the last for you on purpose. You worked in tandem and with little thought. If he could, Damian would steal a kiss, and you would bite his lip and chase him into more. When that last button was popped, his white button-down parted for a gorgeous plane of hard-earned muscle. His abs, ribs and pecs were pockmarked with scars, shrapnel marks and in some places, bullet holes. You stopped.

At your staring, Damian pressed his lips together.

“It's.. not appealing, I know,” he monotoned.

“No,” you disagreed, palming his stomach, “it’s impressive. All these do is show how strong you are, how long you've survived. You're so… built...” you didn't hide your thorough examination of him, “...I mean, we have to be to do what we do, but still… It suits you. It's sexy.”

You worried you'd ruined the moment with your babbling, but he glimmered under your praise. Damian brightened in the way only Damian could, smirking devilishly and towering over you like a supervillain.

“Sexy?” He pressed his naked chest into yours, whispering hotly in your ear. You could feel his silk tie pinned between you. “Does that mean I'm your type?”

You rolled your eyes. “Eavesdropper.”

“Temptress,” Damian replied, just as easily.

To claim your title, you found Damian's belt and pulled on it until the clasp gave. It made a satisfying whipping noise as you ripped it off of him, shouldered into his space to grab his waist in one hand, and cupped his throbbing boxers in the other. Damian's sigh came hoarsely and wanton from his mouth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, grinning with delight.

Instead of wasting time on a response, Damian fell to his knees, a faithful worshipper. He did the gentlemanly thing and helped you kick off your heels. The tile was icy on your bare feet, but it only mattered until Damian ran his hands up your thighs. Sliding his fingers underneath the fabric, he bunched it up your middle, peering up at you smugly through his lashes. You could feel the debauchery of it - Damian, on his knees, tie hanging still from his neck, pinning you to the door. You, your legs spread and wanting.

Damian sucked in a breath. Your panties had an obvious wet patch, put there by him. He thumbed it carefully, watching your brows tense and your eyes close, basking in your initial whine. All of it enchanted him. You were soaking because of him, trembling because of him, marked because of him. There was not one place he would rather be than here.

Damian collected your sweetness and sampled the taste on his thumb, trapping it behind his smug smile. He ran his tongue over his teeth, spreading the flavor around his mouth, savoring it. As Damian rolled your underwear down your legs, his cock twitched in his open fly. You were beautiful. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” Damian ordered, smirking, “I want to taste you.”

Warmth exploded in your cheeks. “G-go ahead.”

Gradually, you situated your leg across his back, pussy tensing at the touch of the cooler air. This didn't matter for long. Damian's warm lips nuzzled and kissed the thigh closest to him, painting messy reflective circles on your skin with his kiss. Even that made your legs tense wildly, so Damian shoving his wet, blazing tongue into the folds of you cunt pumped moan after moan from your mouth.

“Damian!” You yelped.

Oh, he definitely liked that. Damian pinched your ass and used his mouth so passionately that his head shook back and forth. He darted right for your clit, sucking it until his cheeks were hollow and humming smugly between your legs with every squeal. Parting your folds with one hand, Damian kissed your core just as dirtily as he'd kissed you. The dangerous glint in his eye never faded. He plunges his tongue inside you in earnest, slurping obscenely, purposefully. There's no need for Damian to shoot you cute looks or put on a show - his skill was the performance, because that skill was unbeatable. Your pussy was already tender, fucked nerveless by Damian's filthy mouth. He vibrated your cunt with a deep groan before he drew away, face dripping with slick like a pornstar’s.

“You're suitably wet,” he said, matter-of-factly, “would you like me to use my fingers?”

All the strength you had went into a weak, pleading nod.

Damian was polite enough to grant you your bearings first, letting you grip his hair and squeeze the counter before he resumes. You give him the sweetest, most precious whine when Damian licks you open again. He wisely starts with one finger and builds from there, earning you with pumps and curls of his digits. Damian's talents quickly become a currency, one that you exchange with mewls and pants of praise.

“So good,” you whine, “oh, fuck - fuck, just like that…”

Damian smirks between your legs, jamming his fingers faster into your sore pussy. Lust sizzles low in your gut, ramped up again and again by his thrusting. It’s so powerful that you roll and buck off the door, your hips in his face. You want him - want him more than you want anything.

“You're ravaging,” Damian hums between licks. His eyes are closed, but that only gives the way he touches you more meaning.

It’s so surprising from his mouth that your hold on his hair slips, setting Damian free. He pants, catching his breath, and it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The effort has slouched him from his knees to his calves, further spreading his legs and opening up the fly of his pants. A solid bulge has formed and spilled out there, straining to escape his briefs like an arm in a sling that’s too small, way too small, for someone of his size. Three of Damian’s fingers are still twisting inside of you.

Slowly, Damian tipped back his head and hung down, arranging himself beneath your cunt. “So beautiful.” His free hand splayed where your leg met your hip. “May I touch you?”

“I-I get it’s the gentleman thing to do, to - to keep asking, but fuck, Damian,” you cursed, “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Damian’s intense jade eyes were so dilated that you could barely make out the color. He dragged his cheek against your thigh, fingers still circling inside you, and grinned like a shark. It was probably a bad idea to give the heir to the Demon’s Head that much power over you.

His other hand squeezed your skin, slow to passionate, from your belly to your breasts beneath your dress. It’s clear by the way Damian looks at you that he loves what he sees. The texture of his veiny, calloused hands feels good on your waist and ass, dragging you closer to him. He chuckles when your back arches, when your nails press into his hands, his back muscles, throwing himself into his task. Damian’s nose prods your folds as he licks you clean, tongue dipping and sliding against your sore clit. It’s like he’s done this for you before, in this exact way. Though he utilizes his tongue the most, his lips too are brutal, matched perfectly to fit your pussy lips.

But that tongue - how Damian’s jaw isn’t tired, you don’t know. He parts your folds and latches onto your clit, flicking his tongue at superspeed until drool and cum bubbles from your sensitive core. Your back winds tighter at every vibrating lick, paralyzing the muscles in your legs with glorious pleasure. It’s so exquisite you start to melt to the floor like warm clay, only to be bolstered back up by Damian, both hands viciously squeezing your ass. He keeps going not for you, but himself, sucking down every last drop of your juices.

Shattered, you twist hopelessly into his mouth, chasing the strained feeling like it’s the last you’ll ever glimpse. “Fuck, fuck - D-Damian, ah…”

“Did it feel good when I made you cum?” He teases, “It certainly tastes good. All those filthy little noises you make for me…” Damian shakes his head at himself, like it’s too fantastic to indulge again. He leaves your clit with a satisfied kiss. “Beautiful.”

Once more, the words are surprising to hear from him. You always considered Damian the prude type, but here he is, on his knees for you, mouth and chin glittering with your juices while he teases you in low, sexy tones. At your surprised look, Damian has the gall to blush.

With his ring finger in his mouth, he ponders, “If a man has never said that to you before...” pop, “consider me surprised.”

“Never while finger-fucking me, at least,” you admited, legs still trembelling. “It was sweet. You… you meant that?”

It was hard to imagine Damian Wayne finding anything beautiful. Even you, who was pretty enamored with him, figured he would judge by quality or skill, not beauty. The words tasted new on his tongue.

Slowly, Damian stood and stretched, his shoulders tight after staying in the strange position for so long. Lifting his arms coincidentally let his waistband sit lower on his hips, flashing his green boxers your way while showing off the huge, carved muscles of his arms. Truly, Damian’s subtlety was unmatched. You didn’t mind his miniature bragging fest - not when he had so much to brag about. Eating you out had put an excited shimmer in his skin, so the gold-toned lights of the room reflected sexily off his sweat, already accenting his kissable tan.

“I did,” he told you, moving on to his sucking middle finger. His other hand played on your thigh, stroking it. “I’ve always been… drawn to you. Every mission we’ve had together. I have a profound feeling that we are very similar.”

You laughed. Not at what he said, but the timing of it. “Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way?”

Damian made a face like his heart was doing jumping jacks. “A few hours ago? No. But now…” he barricaded you against the door, first with his hands and then his hips, closed in so tightly that you had to look past your nose to meet his eyes. “Your crush is adorably obvious. I’m annoyed that I didn’t see it before.”

Your rounded your hands against Damian’s shoulders, then his tie. It twisted nicely around your fingers, silky and cold in comparison to your flushed skin. You were tempted to fix your dress, but nothing, not even the world ending, could make you leave this room.

“My crush is obvious? Damian, all you’ve done for the last two hours is sneak me drinks and imply how much easier it is to be around me.” You grinned, “What’d you say earlier? There you are, Queen. Finally, someone intelligent enough to speak to me.”

Damian shrugged. “It’s true. Your knowledge of bioluminescent ocean life is fascinating.”

“I can’t believe you said that after giving me head for ten minutes.”

“It’s actually been closer to twelve,” Damian smirked.

Playfully, you pinched Damian’s cheek, then pulled him by the tie into a starved, energetic kiss. He must’ve been praying for your permission to continue, because the plan he’d been forming is quickly put into action. You’re hugged, arms scooped under your back as you kiss him. Damian surrenders his mouth to a bit of revenge tonguing while undoing your dress. No amount of kissing will pull him from his task, but your hand is a special case - it smooths down the front of his boxers and Damian melts.

“Y/N,” he groans.

Damian petulantly resists the temptation to close his eyes, but your touch is soft and sweet, demanding him to yield. Your lips suckle on his neck and Damian’s knees buckle. If getting his mouth between your legs didn’t turn him on, then this will finish him for sure.

“I missed you. Kissing you.” You purr into his throat. “One could never be enough for me.”

Is this what it’s like to be wanted? Damian asked himself. The only possible answer thrilled him, and he found himself pouring even more passion into the kiss, into you, wanting to share that rush of affection. You respond to his every touch with vigor. Damian’s heart stalls each time your thumb strokes his face, each time the other strokes him through his slacks.

“Me either,” he rasped, and helped you out of your dress. His tone was shy, but his words held too much depth to be meaningless. I want a wealth of them. I always want to kiss you, was what he wanted to say, but Damian was too embarrassed to raise the words. This moment was too special to ruin with his hopeless romanticism. He kissed you again and again, and to his amazement, you kissed him right back.

“Fuck me,” you begged him between breaths. “Right here. I don’t care if we’re caught.”

I don’t care if we’re seen together. I want to be seen with you, I’m not ashamed of you.

Damian cupped your face and almost knocked you both over with the strength of his kiss. Nose-to-nose, eyes closed, he commanded, “Bend over the fucking counter.”

In a blink, Damian turned and there you were, open and waiting for him. The sink was hip-level, so the bend was nothing but perfect - Damian could fuck you from behind and watch your lust-blown reflection without issue. Your perfect pussy drooled leftover cum down your legs, making your sex shine in the light.

In the mirror, you watched Damian’s eyes darken in delight. His pupils followed the line of your ass to your back, appreciating it like an artist would, like he intended to paint you later and needed to memorize the greatest shapes of your figure. The marble was icy against your hard nipples, which Damian had exposed when he’d impatiently shoved down your bra. Now, he cupped one of your breasts as he bent over you, kissing and suckling his way down your back.

“Perfect,” Damian hissed.

Shyly pressing your butt back against him, you buried your face in your arms and bit your lip, waiting for him to open you up. Damian’s shadow came to hover over you, and in the mirror his eyes were vicious, pools of circling sharks. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Take your time.”

Though you weren’t being sarcastic, Damian took it that way and pinched one cheek of your ass. “With you? I will.” Then, with the same smoothness, Damian asked, “Condom?”

“Pill,” you replied, and Damian nodded his approval.

His pants rustled as they fell down his legs. Where you couldn’t see, Damian committed the sight to memory - his cock in hand, your pussy spread open, all for him. You squeaked when his hot tip touched your cooling clit, and squeaked again when it glided down your pussy and tested your opening. He knew he’d found the way when you winced.

In an unsurprising moment of compassion (for those who truly knew him), Damian kissed the top of your head and offered you his hand. “Would you like to hold it while I…?”

You took his hand and squeezed it to your chest, squeezing him closer in the process, too. “Thank you. Go slow, for this part…”

Damian complied. His sweat-sticky chest hovered warmly over your back. Even if Damian was big, you were wetter than you’d ever been in your entire life - any pain would quickly slide into pleasure. He braced himself with a deep inhale, and a hot, sharp sensation told you that he’d entered you. Where you choked in a needy gasp, Damian poured out his version of a whimper. You both held it. Then, breath by breath, you were struck with the realization that you’d been dying to feel this for weeks, for months, and only now was that heat being satisfied. Damian’s tongue and fingers had come close, but this is what would cure that aching emptiness - his big, girthy cock.

The deathgrip you had on Damian’s hand loosened. “You look perfect,” he murmured into your hair, instantly making your core flutter. “Oh,” he chuckled filthily, “you like that? Funny, how badly that idiot at the bar wanted to be in my place right now…but it’s me who gets to pound into—”

“Damian,” you warned.

He smiled smugly against your neck. “Nothing.”

Dutifully, Damian withdrew his hips, taking all of the heat with him. When he rolled back in, a hot, tingling sensation roared over all of your senses, and you let the moan at the top of that tsunami loose. It was clear that he couldn’t fuck you like he wanted to with one hand fished down at your side, so he glued both to the base of your back and started to thrust in earnest.

“So full...” You mewled, and Damian became a human pile-driver.

Your head seemed to roll off your shoulders with every crazed, rhythmic slam, so you grabbed the faucet and held on for dear life. Every slap was so loud, so powerful, that you prayed this one random bathroom in the penthouse was soundproofed. Anyone walking past would know you were getting railed out of your mind. You tried to compensate by moaning and squeaking quietly, but with force came volume. It didn’t matter how silent you were, Damian’s hips, your ass, the squelch of him inside you - each noise filled the bathroom, echoing off the tile.

The only way you could think to describe him was filling. First, there was the hot, cinching tension of his hands fused to your waist. Then there was his cock, which begged to be squeezed more and more with every pass. You responded to each throb with a mighty clench, which bent Damian over you like an animal, gasping for breath. His balls were painted with your slick. The closer you came to orgasm together, the closer Damian came to you. His hands migrated to higher on your sides, then up by your shoulders, then around you, where Damian kissed your back and rubbed your belly while he made love to you. He talked more than he moaned. Your ear was filled with sweet nothings, with vicious promises of what he would do with a whole night alone with you.

Damian’s reflection was wild with lust. He met your eyes as he fucked you, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you take his dick. His deep green eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out the brown in them anymore. The long muscles on his arms drew taut with each thrust, making his biceps bulge and pin your hips to the sink. Soon enough, a bruise would form from the pressure. One of many treasures from tonight - you would be thinking about Damian in his crisp suit for months to come, and the mess he’d become with you now even longer. Your pleasure built and built and built, like a nail struck further into the ground with a hammer. A very, very big hammer.

“M’ cumming,” Damian husked, slowing his plowing to a sloppy glide. Even his endurance was spent, and you were glad he’d spent it all on you. “Where d’ you…?”

You braced your hands on the counter, then on one of Damian’s. Together, you smoothed his digits down your stomach and between your soft, abused folds. “Inside me, please, please please—” you begged him, “fuck, a-as deep as you can go.”

As a test of your flexibility, Damian turned in and kissed you. Just as he parted your lips with his tongue, he parted your folds with his fingertips, overriding your clit as his cock throbbed inside you to the hilt. He took the invitation as a command. Damian pressed in until you could feel his abs mold to your ass, then stuttered his hips in quick, agonized dips to get himself there. With his fingers and his cock putting stars in your eyes, you finished first.

The white marble counter fizzed in your vision, until all you could see was that powerful, endless white, humming in your mind’s eye. Still, Damian wasn’t finished yet. You bumped your temple against his chin and hummed, “Cum for me, baby… fuck, a-ah!”

Your pussy’s throb raced and raced until it spilled over, pulling Damian right under the current. One clench and he was done for, so the velvety, periodic squeeze of your cunt emptied his store. You hung there, spasming in unison, until that overwhelming heat spurted in a ring around Damian’s cock and flooded out of you. Only then did his fingers stop on your clit, and you settled warmly in each other's arms and tried to remember your names and who you were.

Damian pulled out, then snuggled back in. He would’ve been nervous any other time, but he’d just put his dick inside you, so a little instinctive cuddling could be forgiven. On shaky legs, you turned around and sunk into him. You could tell by how he was eyeing the sink that he was desperate to get clean again, so with one kiss (on the cheek), you set Damian loose.

In companionable silence, Damian cleaned up and you collected the clothes abandoned on the floor. Staring at the corner where you’d just had the best sex of your life put an embarassingly pleasant warmth in your chest. Interesting, how one terrifying moment could become something as special as this. Fascinating, how you’d felt like you’d known him all your life.

“You know… I think you’re excellent, too.” You told him, finishing off the knot for his tie.

Damian dipped his head to hide his smile, but something so bright was impossible to hide.

[downforthegas]

Which lesbo fart porn do you like? Is there any that you watch over again?

There's honestly so many, it's not even funny.

I like these two long Selena Loca compilations, one of which has her naked, playfully dancing around while farting constantly, and another that has her pants halfway down and omg you can see her cheeks rippling when she farts like in a cartoon (its really fucking good) and omg there's some of her farting in the bathtub and ripping long farts in her underwear/naked

Then there's a comp of Jenna Kitten farting in red, lacy underwear (lacy underwear, my beloved), and sometimes she pulls them down halfway (uuuggggghhhhhh!!!!!!) and FUCKING BLASTS THESE REALLY GOOD BASSY FARTS THROUGH HER FAT CHEEKS OMG holy shit its great

along with bassy farts, I also really like this one by Emma Ink where she's wearing a really short, white dress and she's ripping these really long, long, long farts through her naked cheeks, like dude, they're barely even 10 seconds apart and she'll rip one 30 second blast after another like she's just constantly churning gas.

Then there's this one where this woman (i think her name is Mandy) where she spreads her cheeks in front of the camera and keeps ripping small toots back to back and ends it with a loud, airy fart, and she's so playful and confident about it

Then there's LoveRachelle (HOOOOOOOO BOOOOOOOY!) NO MATTER WHAT VID IT IS, ITS GONNA MAKE ME CUM! Seriously she's gotta be my favorite, and sometimes she even farts so hard and long she sharts herself. Her gas is so loud and explosive. My fave one is her lying on her stomach and reading while farting, and the one with her ripping wet farts while sitting with just underwear.

Oh and Natasha F is really good cause all her farts are sbds (which are sooooo fucking hot) and she had one of her farting after eating chili dogs and omg her first fart is just a large, quiet gust of wind from her ass omfg you even see her asshole open up before releasing that

But that was just the solo stuff. lets get on to the girl on girl

there's one of these two women (i think one is just called Queen of Farts) and they're both wearing black tank tops and skin colored pantyhose while blasting these really gross, rank farts. THEY EVEN PUT THEIR ASSES TOGETHER AND FART! Those are SOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking good. I LOVE seeing that in fart porn. I've seen plenty of that stuff on twitter

Then there's two of this ssbbw sitting on the face of a skinny girl and totally dominating her with her gas. The farts are small, but the reactions she gets out of the skinny girl are really what gets me. I wish i remembered the names of the women though. i think one of them is names Kasey or Kelsey

There's also a lot of fart audios I like, but there's soooooooooooo many there, I'd rather not waste more time listing them all. Thanks for asking though